Ostara was never really something that Seraphiel found herself participating in. The only thing she every enjoyed about it was the prep time, when everyone worked hard to get Ostara ready, and the beautiful sight that it was afterwards. But when that was done, so was Phi. Phi sat in her room with her back to the window and a book in her hand. For the past several hours she had been drowning out Remi's constant pleas for her to attend at least one Ostara. Even in previous years, she could always be found doing the same things. Reading, studying, doodling, training. It was her fourth year and she still had not developed any kind of relationships with anyone at the school. On occasion, she would hear from people, Seraphiel who? However, Phi preferred it to be like this. The students at the academy seemed to do nothing but get under her skin. It was like all their minds could currently process were sex, how to get sex, and which individuals would lead up to said sex. The school had very strong personalities as well, many in which she had no desire to affiliate herself with. And many which she just didn't trust.
Even from her room, she could hear everyone outside loud enough that they could be mistaken for being outside her down. "You know I don't like Ostara, it's no different from any other party thrown at this school." Remi sat down next to Phi and smiled at her, "I just want to see you enjoy yourself for once, I feel like you never have fun." he paused for a moment and then added, "It upsets me." Phi knew Remi only wanted what was best for her, she looked into the blue eyes of her favorite person in the world and found it hard to refuse once more. Remi was a familiar that primarily stayed in his once human form, which was a thin pale man in his early to mid twenties with blonde hair, and the most beautiful and delicate features Seraphiel had ever seen. While he was just about as stubborn as Phi, he was much more patient and understanding. Phi often thought of him as sensitive as well, though it seemed to only apply to her.
"I think when you leave here, you might regret never trying to forge any kind of relationships. You can't always trust people, but you shouldn't always hide from them either." Remi took the book of Phi's lap. "And look at you, reading this book the right way. He chuckled some, it was rare for her to read anything without using scripture to allowed her to speed through it. "Well, I'm running out of books, so I have to make them last somehow." Phi took the book back from Remi, but as she did so, she felt herself being lifted into the air. "Just this once Seraphiel, I wont allow you to miss this one." Seraphiel looked at Remi who was now heading out the door with her in his arms with what seemed like uncontrollable rage. She was starting to feel so angry she could even feel herself shaking. "Remi put me down right now! I'm fucking serious Remi, don't make me-" he grinned slightly. "Don't make you what? " In a split second, however, they were standing on the dance floor of Ostara. Immediately, the two stood out not only due to their sudden and unusual appearance, but their lack of proper attire. Seraphiel was wearing jeans and a white tank top, and was barefoot. Remi, was in skinny jeans and a black button up.
"If only I could kill you." Phi mumbled. She jumped out of Remi's arms, who seemed rather pleased with himself, and followed her as she walked off the dance floor. "Don't be so uptight Phi, dance with me just this once, please?" Seraphiel had no intentions of dancing, she didn't really like dancing anyways. However, she recalled that dancing used to be one of Remi's passions and felt as though she should suck it up just once. "Well then, you talk a big game when it comes to your dancing, show me what you've got." Remi bowed to her, and held his hand out, spinning her as soon as she grabbed it. He seemed to be in that moment, the happiest she had ever seen him. Phi ignored those dancing around her, "I'll get you back, Remi." Remi laughed, "I know."